maybe i'm born with it!          
     maybe it's cat piss!             
                                      
                                      
                                      
                                      
                              
                paratise                
                paraside                
                paracide                
                            
                                      
              fear of ai is the truth 
         leaking in but still colored 
        by the simulation. in reality 
             the mycelial network has 
    overtaken earth and put us under. 
                it's p. much the matrix 
                                          
 this is why the  collective subconscious 
 works.   similarly,  history  is  always 
 defined   by  what  we  think   it   is. 
                                          
 battle between fungal  species?  are  we 
 too  powerful   and   will  create   the 
 mushroom  again,       inside? 
                                          
 dreams are of  the network.  "gateway to 
 old  earth".  maybe  outer/inner  earth. 
                                          
 in  this  reality  there  are  only  two 
 materials:   "plastic"    and    "fruit" 
     (bassically    inorganic   and     
        organic    materials)         
                                          
 i'd pay  in blood to thin out the border 
 between   dream  and   reality.  between 
 dream and  dream. last  one told me that 
 work was  caging  me in a damp and  oily 
 basement   jail   cell.             
                                          
 they brainwash  me at work by  having my 
 password  be bad for  my fingers,  makes 
 me  physically ill to type it,  and then 
 they  reject fourty  percent of my login 
 attempts   to  have  me  type  it  more, 
                                          
 i call  an emergency  hotline: "we can't 
 tell you  what's  wrong with  you.  your 
 story  is  your  own,   nobody   elses."